Flies In The Ointment 1

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This story takes place in the Angel Falls setting

Ultrawoman belongs to and is used with permission.

Text by me.

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Ultrawoman leaned back on the divan. Her golden blond hair splayed across the burgundy fabric as her green eyes sparkled with delight. The villainess watched with amusement as her pet cavorted on the floor of her bedroom. The sounds that WarCat was making sounded far more animal than human. That fact did not surprise Ultrawoman. She had spent considerable time and effort to ensure just such a reaction from her pet.

WarCat was busy, rolling around wildly on the floor. She used to be known as the heroine White Tigress, but that was quite literally a lifetime ago. The mystically empowered archeologist had begun a career as a super heroine. She had begun her career shortly after Ultrawoman was banished to an inter-dimensional limbo by Freedom Star. During her absence, Tigress had begun hunting down the remainders of Ultrawoman’s criminal organization. She nearly succeeded in destroying the gang when Ultrawoman managed to escape from her imprisonment.

White Tigress had fought Ultrawoman when the villainess returned to her former headquarters in Ocean City. Although the feline heroine had fought valiantly she was no match for the power of Ultrawoman. After subduing her foe, Ultrawoman had considered what do with her. The villainess had been impressed with White Tigress’s skill and ferocity in battle. Furthermore, she was intrigued with the mystical powers the heroine possessed that allowed White Tigress’s claws and fangs to damage the nigh-invulnerable alien. Then there was the exotic beauty of the feline heroine.

Ultrawoman decided to see if she could bend the heroine to her will and turn her into an asset that she could use. For months Ultrawoman tortured the captured heroine with all the cruelest and most perverse tortures she and her minions could devise. White Tigress was taken to the point of madness and beyond. The final step in the process was placing the shattered heroine inside a piece of alien technology called the Arion Mind-ripper. In a flash, her old personality was completely destroyed and erased. Ultrawoman and her scientists then implanted a new personality they had designed for her. The result was the creation of a totally amoral minion that was fanatically loyal to Ultrawoman. Now more feral than human, the renamed WarCat became the chief enforcer for Ultrawoman.

Besides using WarCat for her criminal plans, Ultrawoman found the exotic feline hybrid to be a decadent sexual diversion as well. Ultrawoman had discovered that WarCat’s heightened senses, chiefly her enhanced sense of smell, left the creature especially vulnerable to the alien’s sexual pheromones. Currently, WarCat was holding a pheromone-laced chemise belonging to Ultrawoman to her nose with one hand. Her other hand was busy driving a oddly shaped sex toy in and out of her dripping sex, filling the air with the scent of her excitement.

Ultrawoman’s left hand idly toyed with her own breasts as she watched her pet orgasm repeatedly. She had specific instructions to give her minion, but Ultrawoman knew that in WarCat’s current state, the feline woman would be barely be capable of rational thought until she had slaked her sexual thirst, at least temporarily. The Velorian villainess waited and watched, enjoying the show for over half an hour before she deemed WarCat was close enough to rational that she could be given her orders.

Snapping her fingers, Ultrawoman pointed to the floor beside her divan. “Snowball, play time is over. I have orders for you. Come here and attend me!”

Her tail lashing the air excitedly, WarCat dropped the dripping sex toy and reluctantly set her Mistress’s chemise aside. On all fours, she crawled over and knelt beside her Mistress. Nuzzling Ultrawoman’s leg with her furry cheek, WarCat purred contentedly. “What can I do for you Mistress?”

“This will be a covert mission, Snowball.”

“Mistress!!” protested the feral villainess. “Do I have to? I hate changing into my human form,” she pouted.

“I know, but I want you to go incognito. Dark Star and I need you to deliver a special gift to an upcoming wedding. And there promises to be a large concentration of those tiresome hero types there.”

“I don’t care, more for me to carve up for you, Mistress.” WarCat flexed her fingers, her talons extending fully.

Ultrawoman smiled at the thought of her feral minion being released on an unsuspecting wedding reception. While the idea did have its appeal, even WarCat didn’t stand a chance against all the heroes that would undoubtedly be in attendance. “No, this is more of a stealth mission. And if you go in your human form, no one will recognize you. Dark Star and I would never get close enough without triggering a dozen alarms. But you should be able to slip in and carry out your mission.”

WarCat nodded. “Yes Mistress, if you command it it will be done. What can I do for you and the Princess?”

Ultrawoman frowned. “Her name is Dark Star, or Andrea. That isn’t attitude I hear in your tone, is it?”

WarCat looked away guiltily. “I am sorry Mistress. I will obey.”

Ultrawoman relented. Smiling, she scratched under WarCat’s chin to make her pet purr again. As the villainess detailed her plan, WarCat’s fang-filled grin grew wider as her tail lashed the air with growing excitement.


To be continued.......